Page 8 of Finding Emotion

“Don’t be. You wouldn’t have been wrong once. My rehab was pretty public.” Her hand tightened around her club soda. “I had kind of a ‘come to Jesus’ moment after my band kicked me to the curb. Hell, my first single was called ‘Cravings.’ I talked pretty openly about my struggles when I carved a path on my own. The public loved it, so I’ve tried to be real ever since.” Her smile had fallen, and her free hand pressed against her temple.

She had a headache, Damon realized, and he felt even shittier when he realized the pills she’d popped had likely been pain medication. He set his drink down, reaching toward her. “Here, I can help with that.”

To his surprise, Skylar stiffened, tilting away from him.

His hand hovered. “What, you can grab my ass whenever you want, but it’s weird if I touch your head?”

She shrugged. “I wouldn’t have thought anything of you grabbing my tits or my ass. Whatcha trying to do?”

“A scalp massage. It looks like you have a headache.” He studied her eyes, seeing he’d surprised her again. He’d thought her eyes were blue like his own, but the hazel looked more green today with flecks of brown and blue bleeding in. “Don’t worry, my mom swore by my massages.” The wave of loss as he mentioned her felt normal. She’d died half a lifetime ago now, but he still missed her and figured he always would.

“Such a momma’s boy,” Skylar muttered, her lips pressing together as she closed her eyes. “Fine. You can’t make it worse.”

His fingers settled onto her temples first, moving in small, delicate swirls.

“Oh,” she gasped, her lips parting.

“Not bad, right?” Damon asked, his own tension lifting as her head bent closer to give him more access. His fingers dipped into her hair, and he was surprised when the strands parted around them almost delicately. He’d expected some sort of product, even if she wasn’t sporting any crazy spikes at the moment, but her bleached hair was soft. Unlike his, she kept a darker base that made the white-blonde appear brighter.

When he added more pressure to his massage, she let out a moan that squeezed his dick. Damon’s cheeks heated as both their managers looked their way. There was no way Skylar didn’t know how sexual that moan sounded, but since the pinched look around her eyes had eased, he let it go.

Her moans continued during the massage, but lowered in volume, becoming just for him. Even Jimmy had lost interest, turning to her manager instead to discuss something.

The heat in Damon’s face hadn’t faded. He was glad for the seat backs in front of him, anything to hide his growing erection at her every sound. It was as if he was absorbing her tension straight into his cock. The more she relaxed, the harder he became.

He couldn’t help but picture her limp and naked, sprawled across a bed as he brought her body relief in a different way. He might not fuck any of the groupies he hooked up with, but he’d gotten very good at providing orgasms with his fingers and his tongue. He loved the way women looked when they were completely sated. It was a joy to work on a woman’s body, each so different in how they liked to be touched. He imagined Skylar knew exactly how she got off, and she wouldn’t be shy about directing him.

Skylar’s head lifted, breaking him from his daydream. Her eyes looked slumberous as they met his. “You really are good at this.”

Damon’s hands fell to his lap as he crossed his legs, trying to cover his reaction to her. “That must mean your headache is gone then.”

“Not quite,” she said, leaning toward him and resting her head on his chest. “Keep going,” she murmured against his shirt.

Her suggestion was like a siren’s song, and his hands lifted to cradle her against him. His thumbs moved to the back of her scalp, just above her slender neck. The first caress pulled out another of her sexy moans.

Damon hoped like hell that her eyes were closed as his legs shifted apart, trying to give his straining cock some relief. His erection had reached a painful limit, and he attempted to distract himself even as he continued to touch her.

“I never did thank you,” he murmured. Remembering the panic he’d felt back in the airport helped a little. Normally he knew just how to handle the fans, but there had been an intensity to them he wasn’t used to. It was as if Skylar’s own claim of possessiveness, though a lie, had infected others. “I appreciated the save, despite the added drama it’s creating. So thanks.”

“I don’t need your thanks.” Skylar’s fingers moved to his lap, sliding over the hard length of him through his jeans.

Damon sucked in a breath, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Skylar,” he choked out as she repeated the caress. His eyes flew to where their managers sat together ahead of them, and he was relieved when neither looked their way.

“Suck in your stomach,” she murmured.

His body obeyed before his mind had caught up, and her fingers took full advantage, unbuckling his belt. The button and zipper followed, the sound of the zipper pounding in Damon’s ears as his mouth went dry.

When she freed him, the whirl of air on his bare erection tightened his dick even further right before Skylar took him inside her mouth. Her hum around his cock caused his balls to tighten as he struggled not to immediately come.

His eyes almost slid shut, but the panic at others watching his face as he came made him widen them even as his fingers clung to her head. He’d never been so aroused and appalled at the same time, and his mind short-circuited.

Skylar slid up, and his hips rose with her mouth of their own accord. He wanted to cry when she released him and the air titillated his now damp cock. “Relax. I bet your cum is sweet like candy.” She licked his weeping slit before taking him into her mouth again, nearly swallowing him whole.

She deep-throated his cock while her teeth scraped and her tongue licked. Damon bit his cheek to keep his shout contained as his head fell back against the headrest and he arched into her mouth. His eyes squeezed shut when he began flooding her throat, unable to do anything to stop it. The suddenness of his orgasm made it more intense than anything he’d experienced before. Feeling her swallow around him set off nerve endings that forced him to choke down a whimper.

Skylar lifted away from him, placing a kiss on the tip of his softening dick before she tucked him away again. The metal clank of his belt filled a sudden silence that had fallen on the jet. Damon opened his eyes in time to meet Jimmy’s curious gaze, and mortification flowed through him, though luckily Skylar was sitting up straight beside him again.

She snickered, poking his burning cheek. “So adorable.” She filled his vision as she kissed him on his mouth, her tongue caressing his. He tasted his own cum on her, which did absolutely nothing to reduce the mind-fuck he was feeling. She lifted with a smirk. “See? Just as sweet as I imagined.”

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